We sat in the living room next to each other and talked to reduce the feeling of anxiousness. I had already decided that kissing was out of bounds. When I arrived at your house, you opened the door and greeted me with a big hug. What did you look like? Would we hit it off? Was I really going to go through with this? Did I really want to do this? The anxiousness of the unknown plagued my thoughts. As I drove to your house, I had butterflies in my stomach. You said, “We’ll see.” Finally, we agreed to meet. After all, I’m a straight top guy, a real man. Though I might have wondered how it would feel to have some man fuck my ass, I wanted to protect my masculinity so I said I wasn’t interested.
You suggested in the e-mails that I might like some anal play, that I should bend over for you, that I should allow you to fuck my ass, and that I would love the feel of being fucked. I thought I’d be the top, after all I was a married, straight guy. We chatted back and forth to become familiar with each other, to reduce the awkwardness of our first meeting. But here I am, lying back in your bed with my ass high in the air and your big cock sliding in and out of me bringing us both immense pleasure, answering that question. And then, only one meeting for every 20 contacts. What trouble trying to sync schedules, it was almost impossible. Well, there was only one way to find out, and so, I joined a sex site and tried to meet some guys. Then I started reading gay stories, and suddenly I was hooked. What would it feel like to kneel at another man’s feet and take his hard cock in my mouth? What would it taste like? And how would it feel to make him cum in my mouth? Then, I started to wonder about anal sex, and how it would feel to fuck some guy in the ass. No, I wondered how it would feel to be the girl with that big cock in my mouth.
I didn’t wonder about putting my cock in some girl’s mouth. I started to focus more on the cocks than at the big-titted girls giving the blow jobs in the internet pictures. Initially, I’d jack to pictures of women with big fake tits, or stories about straight sex, which quickly became boring since they were always about the same thing. I started looking at internet porn on a daily basis. Usually one or the other of us was too tired at night, or we just had an argument brought on by daily stress, so the mood was never right for intimacy at bedtime. My wife and I had fallen into a rut with infrequent sex. I was a typical 40 year old married white guy with 3 kids. How did I get here? Me, a married man, lying on my back looking up at another man whose big hard, naked cock is in my ass? Well, it all started for me about 5 years ago.